Realizing she might share a blood connection with the woman in the photograph, Qiqi felt a flicker of excitement. But it was only a flicker, just a tiny one. Abandoning such a young child, leaving her to drift through the world alone and helpless, enduring endless suffering—such a person could not be forgiven. Still, Qiqi desperately wanted to know who this woman was to her, and whether she had ever searched for her over the years. Moreover, she must have some link to the Zhou family, and it seemed she was even their enemy.
Qiqi was still pondering the photo when suddenly, a clatter of chaotic footsteps came from the courtyard gate! Then, with a loud bang, the gate was shoved open.
"Rong Yi—"
Qiqi shot to her feet and rushed over, only to witness the scene she dreaded most at the courtyard entrance—Rong Yi lay flat on his back, wrapped in a long black trench coat he’d somehow acquired, his ink-black hair splayed across the ground, eyes tightly shut, face deathly pale, motionless on the earth. She immediately spotted the wound on his exposed left hand—the skin on his hand was ulcerated, the injury grotesque and blurred, a severe burn from sulfuric acid!
So the monster from last night was indeed him! He was that colossal wolf!
Realizing this, Qiqi felt as if a heavy fist had slammed into her heart in an instant. Her body trembled violently, and she didn’t even notice the photo slipping from her hand to the ground. Her frantic mind could only replay the tense scene from last night—her senior brother and Zhou Yiqi raising their pistols, attacking from front and back, a dozen bullets whizzing toward Rong Yi, the last one striking his chest...
With over a dozen gunshot wounds, could he still survive?
Rong Yi!
Qiqi knelt down and urgently pulled open his coat. It wasn’t fastened tightly, clearly thrown on hastily; underneath, he still wore the same gray hoodie, white T-shirt, and jeans from yesterday. But now, those clothes were unrecognizable in color! Blood—dark, crimson, gruesome bloodstains—soaked his entire body, even dyeing the T-shirt a rusty red! Her own hands were stained with blood too.
Staring at the fresh red blood on her hands, Qiqi’s mind went blank for a moment. Then she suddenly stood up, dashed into the kitchen, scooped up a ladle of cold water, and poured it over her head!
Calm down, Qiqi! You have to stay calm! Right now, only you can save him!
She encouraged herself. Finally, the cold water cleared her mind a bit, and her trembling eased. She turned and ran back into the courtyard.
She carried Rong Yi into the study, laid him on the large bed, and grabbed the first aid kit. With sharp scissors, she quickly cut away his clothes, leaving only his underwear. All his wounds were now exposed before her—thirteen gunshot wounds in total, four on his chest and nine on his limbs; his left hand and arm bore a severe sulfuric acid burn, clearly from most of that bottle of concentrated acid last night... The worst injury was the gunshot to his heart—Lu Wei’s final bullet had struck his heart, which was why he had given up the attack at the last moment.
What should she do now? Call 120? Take him to the hospital? If the doctors discovered such severe gunshot wounds on him, they would surely become suspicious and notify the police, wouldn’t they? Even if they didn’t call the cops, what if Rong Yi couldn’t hold on during treatment and transformed back into a wolf? If his true identity was exposed, he’d never leave the hospital—those doctors would never let him go!